Summer Update!

Wow. I suck. I’m not really sure where the time has gone, but I really did mean to post an update about Nub’s Asperger’s and various other things. None of which I remember. So you’ll just have to take my word on it that they were cool. And fun. The best laid plans and all that, I suppose. Gah. Anyhoo, on to the updates…

We officially received a diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome the first part of May. And while it didn’t really come as a big shock to us, it was still difficult to see the words in black and white for the first time. It was also suggested that we switch Nub to a Gluten Free diet in order to help with his lack of focus. I met with the pediatrician and he agreed. I’m sorry, but I can’t put my eight year old son on psychotropic drugs. He’s EIGHT. So not an option. Thankfully, his pediatrician and his team at school agree with us. So that is one less thing to worry about. I’ve been reading(we all have actually, grandparents included!) and doing tons of research on Asperger’s and gluten free diets. I feel pretty comfortable with both, as of right now anyway. Without sounding like I’m tooting my own horn, I am a pretty good cook and I enjoy it immensely. So I’m looking forward to new recipes and the challenge of creating yummy new dishes for us to try. As for Nub? He seems pretty matter of fact about having Autism. Which is good. It doesn’t change anything about who he is as a person. He is still my same sweet, funny boy. He just sees things a bit differently than we do. And that’s fine too. We signed him up for baseball(and Dub played soccer) at our local rec center. At first we were a little worried about how he would do. He LOVED it! And he was pretty good at it too. His coaches were amazing and so patient and kind. They won only two games, but that didn’t stop him from having a blast at each game. He was so excited to receive the final game ball for Most Improved Player. You could have seen the smile on his face from the moon! I cried(and I may have teared up a wee bit whilst typing this). All in all it was quite a successful season. And we look forward to doing it all over again in the Fall.

Moving on to other news…I am officially the proud mama of a third grader AND a first grader. ZOIKS! I don’t even want to think about the fact that in just two short years I will be completely chirren free during the day. Lalalalalalalalala, I am not thinking about you Worst Day Ever. Seriously. Shut up. Dub is VERY pleased with himself because he is not a baby anymore. He is in first grade. Serious bidness, y’all. And Bub is just happy to have his “Bubbies” to play with every day. We have lots of fun stuff planned for the Summer, including a trip to the BEACH. Which is desperately needed right about now. I can’t remember the last time we actually went on vacation. Sad. But totally true. Although I also can’t remember what I did last week. Gah.

So there you have it. An actual post. From me. I know, right?! And now if you’ll excuse me, I have some Curious George to watch…

School Days…

I picked up the registration forms for Dub to attend preK this afternoon. He will be going to the same place as Nub. To say that Dub is thrilled is putting it mildly. Mama? Not so much.

He asks me EVERY. DAY. if it’s “next day” that he will be going to school. And every day I have to break his heart by telling him that it isn’t time yet. He is so cute. And so ready to go to big boy school…just like his bubba.

I can’t help but feel a little sorry for myself. I’ve been home with him for most of his life. He’s my little pal, my helper. We snuggle all the times. Well, maybe not quite so much now that he is a big boy, but still. Where does the time go? I’m pretty sure I just brought him home from the hospital last week. Next thing you know he will be leaving for college!

Gah. At least I still have Bub around to distract me. He won’t be leaving me to go to school any time soon. At least I don’t think he will…but you never know with kids.

The Great Turtle Rescue of 2009…

Well, the title may be a bit misleading. It was more like a brief foray,but anyhoo I shall commence with the telling…

On Friday, Nub’s school let out early. For conferences(which is a whole ‘nother post.Trust me.) and teacher workday’s. Normally he rides the bus. However,I decided to pick him up from school. Dub thought that was cool and he came with. We waited our turn in line,chatted with some mom’s, and sang along to some Veggie Tales. Nub got in the van and we headed home.

His school is really not that far from our house. The road outside our subdivision has recently undergone some construction and reconfiguring. Which truly baffles me because how they did it makes no sense ,and not much safer than it was. But what do I know? I don’t work for the DOT. As we prepare to turn down our new street I notice a turtle bravely making its way across the road. Nub catches sight of it out his window as I carefully flip a u-turn and turn my hazards on. I park the car and get out to pick the turtle up and put it on the other side of the road. This other car has stopped too and the guy tells me I need to “pick it up and put it in the grass”,because” that turtle can’t climb the curb”. Thank you, Einstein. I attempt to pick up said turtle and the dang thing just takes off! That sucker is really booking it. I finally pick it up,after his/her little head and legs go in the shell, and I am holding it out in front of me when it lets loose with a little defensive urine! Dude, here I am trying to save your turtle hide and you are trying TO PEE ON ME? Not cool. I get to the grass,waaaay on the  other side of the curb, and put the beast down. In the meantime, two or three cars have all stopped to watch the Great Rescue. I cross the street and get back into my van. My children are properly impressed with their mama. Although they did want to bring that turtle home. But I said no.

You gotta draw the line somewhere. I will rescue them, but I am not bringing them home. Especially not one that tried to hose me down with urine!

How Now Brown Cow…

Living with my parent’s again as an adult has been an experience. To say the least. It has been pretty amusing so far. But to be fair, it HAS only been a week. I expect tempers to possibly flare in about two to three weeks. You know, right about the time we all get really comfortable with each other.

Now please don’t get me wrong. I love my parent’s. Really. But they also make me nuttier than a fruitcake. I’m sure that I am not an easy person to be around 24/7 either. Unless you are my husband. Then you better damn well want and love being around my smiley self 24/7. But, I digress.

It is just surreal to be back here after all these years. The boys are L-O-V-I-N-G it. We may not ever be able to get them to leave. Really and truly! Want to go see the cats before breakfast? Check. Want a little coffee? Check. Want to watch Tom & Jerry whenever you want? Check. Want a cookie before dinner? Check. Are you sensing a pattern here?! It’s okay though. I was worried their routine would be disrupted by our having to move back home. But they seem to be rolling with the ol’ punches quite nicely.

Kids. Little milk suckers are quite resilient. Who knew?

The Bitch Is REALLY Back!!

So. I know I have said it before, but now it is really true. I am BACK! HA!

Due to some slightly weird circumstances completely beyond my control, I am now living with my parents.

Again.

Well, I should say “WE” are living with my parents. In my old bedroom. Swell times.

I promise to deliver a lengthy post tomorrow to explain it all.

In the meantime- I AM BACK!!!

As you were…

Still Watching Out For Cat Barp….

A few updates for mah peeps…

My friend M. is doing well. As well as to be expected. She has received a ton of wonderful things for her new home. She moves in on Tuesday. I am so happy for her. And still at the same time, I just ache for all that was lost. I will keep you all posted.

My hubby surprised me this weekend at work. He wasn’t supposed to be coming home until possibly next weekend(he has been gone for almost a month!). I was so upset. I cried for two days. It was horrible. Then, on Friday while I am at work, I turn around and there he was. I burst into tears and ran towards him. This would be a perfect time for some cheesy music. So, mah weekend has been a little busy. !

The whole cat barp thing? Yeah, that is from my youngest. The cat left a small horked-up present for me in front of my door last week. I was in a rush to get out the door and hurriedly told the boys to “watch out for cat barf” and it has been madness ever since. Every time we enter/leave our domicile he has to tell everyone to “watch out for cat barp, Mama” in his little boy voice. It is so damn cute. Truly.

And that about wraps it up. See you peeps on the flip side.

Give Me Strength…

Two cranky toddlers+two short naps= one frustrated Mama.

Lord, give me strength. I have about another hour until bedtime. I am not really sure I can make it without pounding on one of their little heads. Or maybe both. At the same time. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

T-ball practice went fairly well. We have our first game on Saturday. We are however the only team who does NOT have our uniform. Seriously. We are supposed to be receiving them on Friday. Go Rockies!!

Anything new with y’all?

Our First Playdate, Update…

We had Aidan and Quinn’s first official playdate today. One of the girls I work with has two daughters who are the same age as the boys. Aidan will be in the same pre-K class as H. So we thought it would be a good idea to let them meet first so they would each know someone before school started in the fall. And I would like to point out that that was an incredibly difficult sentence to type without sobbing like a schoolgirl. But that can be a whole different post!

Back to the topic at hand. They had the most marvelous time. Another girl that we work with came and brought her seven month old son, B. We all realize that he is still a bit young to be playing with the other kids, but he had fun too! Plus, it was nice for all of us to get out and do something outside of work. It was kinda crazy because we ran into the husband of yet another co-worker, who was there with his brother and their children. That was just too funny. I kept looking for his wife- my other BFF, but she had gone to the store with their new baby girl, Kazooie Jinx. Which is not her real name. But the name I gave her when she was still in the womb. I’ll briefly explain. BFF already has three children. The girl’s names are all KJ names. So one day at work we grabbed a baby name book and started tossing around KJ names. And Kazooie Jinx was the best one we came up with. Well, Karma Joy was a very close second. So now I call the baby that. I may really need to get out more.

The point is we all had fun. And we are definitely going to do it again soon. With our husbands even. And a picnic. Doesn’t that sound like fun?

Spring Is In The Air…

Most people when they think of Spring, think of Robin’s or Daffodil’s…but not me. To me, the first sign of Spring is baseball. When my beloved Braves report to Spring Training.

Nothing beats turning on your radio and hearing Skip Caray’s voice after a long winter minus our national pasttime. He is the epitome of baseball to me. I also enjoy listening to his son, Chip. When they are both calling a game it is like a little glimpse of heaven. I was fortunate to be able to hear three generations of Caray’s call a game once. It was some years ago, and the Cubbies were in town. All three Caray’s sang “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” for the seventh inning stretch. It was one of the coolest moments of my life.

I love baseball. I am hopeful every year that this could be our year. I faithfully watch every game. I take my children to as many games as I can. To me, baseball is so much more than just a sport. It is a large part of who I am. My family has always loved baseball. My grandma bled Dodger Blue. So did we, for the longest time. Even after moving to Georgia. And then we found ourselves watching and rooting for the Braves. And a new tradition began.

I remember the first time my parent’s took us to a Braves game. It was at Fulton County Stadium. It was amazing. Being there in person to see an actual game is just beyond compare. We ate a ton of junk food, drank a million cokes and had the time of our lives. I no longer remember who won that particular game, but knowing how we played back then it is doubtful it was the Braves! But that didn’t matter, it was about being together. It was the first of many games for us as a family. And one of the first things I looked forward to after finding out I was pregnant for the first time.

And so it begins. A new tradition. My children love baseball, love going to The Ted, love eating Braves dogs. And that to me is worth more than just about anything in all the world.

So bring on the arrival of Spring. And all that it means.

Batter up!

The Flu Of Death…

Or maybe I should have titled it “Grim Reaper Take Me Now”.

Seriously.

I felt fine allllll week.I woke up on Friday, excpecting to go about my day. And Blammo. The Flu of Death had struck. Not just me, but also my sweet bebe Aidan. Thank God Jimmy stayed home.

I won’t lie. It was bad. I can’t ever remember being that sick before. I had a fever for two days. I hallucinated monkeys. I am still a little shaky.

Aidan is fine. So is Quinn. Jimmy? Yeah, he is about a day behind me.

Pray none of you catches this.